When I first inserted a VHS tape of Blade Runner into the VCR, I recalled feeling like I was at an unprecedented moment in time. Sure, I was only a child at the time, but this predates the limitless streams of content available on every screen or the existence of 4K technology. My wires and speakers managed trashy performances without attempts at moderation, attempting to create a light show, and my living room was a…
Ah, the mutant, which is just another term for “yikes but why not put in a gene splicing calamity into the storyline glorifying genetic manipulation.” At every comic-con, a primed-to-go mutant cosplayer awaits with multiple tentacles, an extra goggle-eyed face, or if they’re truly vintage, a couple of…
In examining modern sci-fi, I notice a stark divide between the commercial blockbuster to indie films. Mind you, if you’ve watched the former, you get the sense that they don’t even attempt to uphold the spirit of the sci-fi genre. These filmmakers are living in a delusion -…
Thinking back to the first time I saw Blader Runner, it reminds me of the VHS times. My watching experience of the movie was on a rainy saturday; the pitter patter of the rain from the sky accompanied the incessant roar of neon lights and shadows present in…
Joker II, the stew of already bygone timelines and drama that no one cared for, tries to take inspiration from Arthur Fleck’s monotonous sadboy’ life, awkwardly blending it with its predecessor’. Now as dry as it sounds, the world was eager to explore more. Fleck’ crying film had the…
